There, by the local river
lights tremble
and the rythm of nostalgia
grows in his hands.
Like water and moon
no thing ever lasts
nor the memory
or
the tide of love...,
Yes, there will be a time
when time stops,
an instant,
a echo
over
the
River
of
Flood...
...
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It's a restless hungry feeling That don't mean no one no good, When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' You can say it just as good....
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All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again e.e. cummings ________________________________________________
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